I have been a bridesmaid three times so far (yes I am painfully aware of the fact that this means I will never get married) and every time has been a unique experience. The latest of these weddings’ most memorable aspect was the bridesmaid dresses. The first wedding had an atrocious bridesmaid dress (a forest green velvet top and cream pleats for the skirt, complete with a matching hat), but it was the nineties so I will forgive that one. The second was adorable; however, expensive. The final wedding involved a dark blue dress (if you can call it that). It was really just a skirt with two strips of fabric about six feet long. They expected us to wrap it in some fashion in order to cover every part of our top that needed to be covered which was nearly impossible. It took me three half hour long practice sessions in order to finally settle on an acceptable, albeit sort of ugly, style- a tube top with a bit shorter skirt and to make it more modest, a cardigan. All the other styles either exposed some vital part (large sections of the back, a boob or two, and midriff) or made one look like a prostitute from the seventies (with a tail).
It’s a wonder we endure these awful things at all! They are long, stressful and expensive events. The couple has to go through endless planning and then get all dressed up after having spent their life savings on outfits they will never wear again, food that isn’t for them and pictures to remember the awfully long day that is now just a blur. Nobody sleeps the night before (the bride is too excited/nervous, the wedding party is too busy finishing up the last touches, and the caterers are also finishing up their procrastinations) so on top of all the stress everyone is tired and just that much crankier.
Not only do you have to deal with the wedding itself, but there are many other festivities you are expected to take part in. Specifically there is a bridal shower and a bachelorette party. There are multitudes of embarrassing games and activities involved and all three of these events require gifts. Attendance and participation in these parties is just what is expected of you on a social level. It’s not only just for those who know the bride really well. Everyone is expected to contribute.
On the actual day of the wedding everyone has to take tons and tons of pictures. Pictures are stressful in the most benign of circumstances, but these things are going to be framed and posted on fb with or without your permission and you are going to most likely be doing weird things like bending over, chewing, picking your nose, etc. As if all of the relatives and acquaintances with cameras trying to document this blessed event aren’t enough, there is a hired professional photographer and at every table a disposable camera is placed for every guest to capture even more embarrassing footage. If you happen to make it through the thousands of photos, you also must deal with the fragility of the bride’s family.
Due to the immense stress on the bride and her family that day it is best to keep your mouth shut when it comes to just about everything. When the bride’s mother suggests you alter the dress style you spent an hour and a half choosing, it’s best to just comply (no matter how ugly her suggestion may be). When the bridesmaids’ dresses are hideous, you don’t tell the bride. That’s just rude! SO that is why me and one of the bridesmaids decided to make a video for the bride after the wedding- first to tell her how much we love her and second to tell her how we really feel about the dresses. But, honestly it’s smart of the bride to pick hideous dresses. I mean, there is no way we could look better than her. She for sure gets to be the prettiest one in the room. In fact if I ever do get married (which we all know isn’t going to happen) and I don’t elope (even less likely) I am going to pick THE MOST disgusting dresses I can find. I will definitely want to make sure that even if my bridesmaids are naturally prettier and skinnier than me I will still look better. Plus, I have to get them all back for the torture they put me through. I might also mention here that I will most likely have to endure three plus more of these awful occasions. So there will be much to get back at my friends for.
Finally I will end with the worst part of weddings. Worse than making small talk with family you’ve never met before, spending lots of money on gifts, being bored out of your mind while people snap endless pictures of you, wearing a terrible dress, realizing that you are losing one of your best friends and worse than the jealousy of still being alone: the crying. And no I’m not talking about the mom, I am talking about me. I bawl my eyes out every time. I wish I could say it was because I was insanely jealous (that would be way less embarrassing), but I honestly am just so touched to see my loved ones so happy (bleh!) After weddings, complete with all of their primping and girly emotions, I feel the need to do manly meaningless tasks like playing video games and consider going weeks without makeup or showering. In reality it would just be easier for everyone involved and save me a lot of hassle and time if everyone just eloped.